To dry my tears, I use my sleeve.
I look in the mirror, I don’t know who I see.
This stranger's face, stares back at me.
Lifeless expression, lifeless eyes. A hollow smile. Empty inside.
He feels the shame, the dishonor, the horrors, the hate…
I hate this mirror. I stare even deeper. He stares back.
His eyes borrow,borrow,borrow…
They are soulless.
He feels the anguish, the betrayal, the guilt…
I loathe this mirror.. I stare even harder… The tears come quicker…
His eyes are unwavering…
“ I HATE YOU” I scream…
His lips move back.
“ WHY WON’T YOU DIE” I scream even louder.
His lips move back…
“ YOU ARE A HORRIBLE FUCKING PERSON!!!” I scream at the top of my lungs…
*Knock...knock….knock…*
His eyes up...He walks to the door….
*Knock...knock….knock *
Who is knocking at my door…
I am alone. I deserve it this way…
He opens the door.
“Hello……”
“Hello……”
It’s the reflection in the mirror staring back at him…
*drip, drip, drip* the sound of liquid hitting the stained brown floor…
What is this warmth… why am I staring at myself….
Why do I smell iron… he thinks in his head….
He wakes up screaming…. AHHHHHHHHHHHHH
What the fu*k. Just happened…
This room is not mine.
What are these wires…
What is going on…
*knock,knock,knock*
“Um, come in…”
The t.v. turns on in the upper corner of the room.
The eyes bore into his soul.. He feels it coming back…
The reflection of his doom.
He stares… he stares… he loses himself… 
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